My parents loved to travel.

The five of us piled into our white K-car traversing the east coast each summer.

As we got older the trips got bigger- Iceland, Mexico, Canada.

They wanted my brothers and I to see it all.

And now, more than ever, I want the same for my girls.

Early summer found us traveling a great deal and when my girls screamed “enough” and demanded an August at home I complied.

Then September rolled in and the urge to travel could no longer be squelched.

While Sid and Aud’s days were filled with school, soccer and riding, off Ellie and I went on our grand adventure to Utah.


We landed on a Friday and soaked up the sights and sounds of Salt Lake City. The moment we walked through the gates of Temple Square we could feel the peace of that place.


Saturday saw me run the North Face Endurance Challenge Marathon Relay with friends in Park City.

It was hard and that’s all that needs said.


Seeing Ellie’s face as I crossed the finish line was well worth the agony from the climb up the ski slope.

Saturday night we ate dinner on the patio and watched the sky turn red then black.

Those moments will forever be cherished.

Sunday was church, then swimming, then the most amazing dinner with friends.

Love was in that place that evening as little boys tossed a football around and Ellie spent hours chasing her playmates.

On Monday when it came time to leave, I found myself wishing we had just one day more. There was so much more to see and do that we just never got to.


And the big girls would have loved it all- the horses, the zipline, the mountains.

So on Monday night when Ellie and I stumbled through the front door at 9pm, staggering under the weight of our bags and the day of travel, I looked at the joy on the faces of my two eldest and vowed that next time school and activities would not get in the way.

To travel is the greatest teacher of all.





Firsts and lasts

Wednesday was a big day at our house.


Ellie started her final year of preschool. It was also her first day at The Childhood League Center (CLC).


Way back in 2008 I called the education director of a school I had heard a whole lot about. It was one of the best decisions I have ever made as a momma.

I had done the “traditional” preschool thing with Sidney for a year (three mornings a week, for a few hours at our lovely church preschool) but I was looking for something different for Sid’s final year before Kindergarten. We fell in love with that place on our first visit and now seven years and three girls later, CLC will take on one last year with one of my girls.


Ellie will have the same teacher as both of her sisters. She will sit in the same chairs.


She will spend four days a week soaking up all of the goodness and love one can cram into seven hours a day. And she will have an experience that will form the foundation for not just her career as a student, but also the foundation for the kind of women she will grow to become.

In 2012 I was interviewed by Columbus Parent about our CLC experience (check out Audrey rocking her Hello Kitty dress).

That place is magical.